Haoran stepped inside his mother's private bedchambers, the heavy, rune-etched wooden doors clicking shut behind him and instantly sealing the room from any external divine sense.
The chamber was thick with the fragrant aroma of boiling spiritual milk, hot steam, and a heavy, intoxicating scent of fresh night-blooming orchids.
There, sitting gracefully on the edge of the silk-sheeted imperial bed, was his mother, Chu Xueyu.
She was quietly towel-drying her long, damp golden hair, which cascaded over her shoulders like liquid silk.
She was wearing a loose, white, completely see-through bathrobe made of an incredibly fine mesh fabric that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The translucent material clearly displayed her matching black lace bra and panties, highlighting the flawless, curvaceous contours of her breathtakingly pale, jade-like skin.
